I’d do the whole HEY LOOK ANOTHER VACATION THAT ENDED IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM!! title, but it gets old, you know?

So that was a fun week at camp. No, I’m lying. It was terrible, the worst I’ve ever had and that totally includes the one time when I was 12 and went to this camp where the leaders were only a year older than me and it was a total Lord of the Flies week from hell. I only lasted until Wednesday, whereupon I told my dad I didn’t just need more pain meds, I needed to go to the local(ish) hospital. I apparently had a higher fever than I thought, and combined with some other stuff (dehydration, exhaustion), I was all WHEE delirious and went through a bag of saline like it was nobody’s business.

At one point I was singing to the doctor and nurses. And my dad. I have no idea what I said to him, but I remember he nodded a lot and said ‘yes dear’ pretty often. And I kept tapping my nose when the doctor asked me questions. And he really did smell like gasoline, so when I yelled YOU SMELL LIKE GAS!! LIKE GAS!! MR DOCTOR YOU SMELL LIKE GASSS!! It wasn’t totally out of line… ish.

I unfortunately made MC and Maria leave camp early too, because for a few days I was pretty much incapacitated. With what, you may ask? Yes. I have no idea. At first they thought it was mono, but they did the blood tests etc etc and found it wasn’t, so now my family doc thinks it’s a viral infection of my lymph nodes, whatever, etc etc no one actually knows. I can’t say I care either, other than that it’s not mono and I’m now almost totally better. Man, next year when I’m all YAY CAMP!! Someone put me down a few notches, okay?

Now off to get vaccinated – me and Maria. It’s going to be such fun you guys.

My internet provider is doing ‘construction’ on the cable in our area, so sometimes my phone works and sometimes it doesn’t. (it’s an internet phone) Which is great when you’re trying to figure out what the heck to do with this baby that has had a high grade fever since Monday, but is supposed to have access again today, and since this is the last time in two weeks that she’ll see her parents and sibs and she didn’t see them yesterday, I’m all OH MY NOES I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. Also, she has pink eye.

She’s still asleep; she went to bed at 7pm, got up at 7am, was crying and upset and was rocked back to sleep by 8am, and is still asleep at 11:30am. Yesterday she napped for four hours.

In other news, camp is next week, and I am freaking out.. You know when you feel like life is just rushing past and you just can’t get a grip on it? It’s like I get rope burn every time I try to grab on. Huh. I make strange metaphors.

I’m supposed to be hot glue gunning, a la my mom in the 90s, all of our costumes for next week’s theme meals (there are SEVEN of them, and I have mine and my dad’s, and kind of MC – but he usually plays the too cool card and opts out of them). Instead I’m waiting for the doctor to call back, while wanting to call up stupid-face Virgin Mobile to yell at them for sneakily making me pay for data when I wasn’t told it was turned on. And uh, data is expensive, team.

I have yet another meeting with the church elders this afternoon, if I manage to get to it (it’s during access), which will determine finally whether this bloody mission trip is ‘approved’ or not. Which is good, seeing as the first installment for the youth is due on the 18th.

BLARGH.

But the wedding is done, and I am so glad for that. One of those situations where you end up getting voluntold for things because no one else can do them. I don’t begrudge it, because it’s one of those things you do when in Christian community etc etc, but it tired me out more than I was expecting.

I’ve never made a cake, wedding or otherwise, that was so quickly devoured as this one. I think it’s another reason to chalk up to me loving my church so much – who cares about decorum when there’s life to be enjoyed!! Damn right you come back for seconds. YES.

It wasn’t the best iced cake in the world – I did all that decorative icing in the 30 minutes before I left for the wedding – and it wasn’t coloured properly, on account of it being cream cheese icing and not a whiter icing like royal or whatever – but it was decently tasty. And you know what? I spent way less time on this cake than I did on Bron’s wedding cake, and got way more compliments. LOVE my church

The bride brought all her own flowers from home, and I ran out of vases trying to arrange them all! Crazy beautiful.

And mom? Now I see why I was so tiring as a teenager. And not because of my rudeness, I mean more my OH LOOK SHINY! HEY GUESS WHAT HEY OH MY GOSH HEY LOOK OVER THERE!!

Just spent this week and last hanging out with some of my favourite teenagers, and wow you forget how exhausting they can be, too. Nevermind screaming sick babies. At least you don’t have to attempt to carry on conversations with them…  I love my youth, but I am definitely not a youth anymore. Yeah, my ankle tried to tell me that and I’m still not listening.

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You know what’s fun? Food poisoning that puts you and your husband completely out of commission for two days.  I think I have now used up all of my social capital (Maria’s with my parents, again).

Dear God: Why does my body throw up when there’s nothing IN MY STOMACH?

In conclusion, folks, avoid the salad greens. And disregard my amazing grammar and sentence structure in the last post – that was oh, two hours before the fun started. (I was also fending off massive raccoons from destroying my back porch – it was an eventful night!!)

I have an excuse. Not only did MC nearly die of his knee infection (okay, sliight exaggeration), but I managed to contract upper respiratory tract flu. FUN!

I just like saying upper respiratory tract. My dad diagnosed me. Which totally makes it legit, right?

Either way, there wasn’t a lot of food staying inside of me. There was some fainting. And a helluva lot of Grey’s Anatomy Season One AND Two.

Two and a half weeks is a long time to be away from your bed.. I was sleeping in the toddler room. It’s just not the same – while I love primary colours, I don’t love single beds. It was like I was back in first year uni.. with the lack of sleep and the bright colours and the puking.. (which wasn’t from hangovers, but a birth control pill!)

Anyway. Life has been good, but different, recently. Mostly because I have my man at home thanks to his knee, and when neither of us are dying it’s actually quite enjoyable – MC can move about nearly ‘normal’ now – it’s a staycation. Costs as much too; he doesn’t get any sick pay or unemployment benefits for this three weeks (the union bargained it away, with good reason, long explanation).

Youth has become even more dramatic, if that was possible. Seriously. MORE DRAMATIC. I’ll just let that sink in…

Because of leadership issues, and issues with the church that the other leader is still at (we left that church years ago). I guess it’s what happens with good youth ministry – it’s raw and dynamic and pushes boundaries and makes mistakes (or its leaders make mistakes, and while I am no saint I’m not talking about me here). And duh, old people (sorry) don’t like any of those things.

Plus, last night? I wanted to YELL and SCREAM and generally PUNCH THE FACES of the youth. You know, Christian love. They were acting like children, and after running the big event night Friday, the girls group at my house Saturday (whoa, they all came and I didn’t think they would – line of the night ’size doesn’t matter, as long as it’s big’, said by yours truly by accident ), and then being sick as death until yesterday when I had a youth meeting then ran the bible study.. I didn’t have much patience left. OH. LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN!

There are more details, which I will fill you in on in due course, but there is a new Grey’s on right now. And well, it’s got me through this two weeks and I need to show it respect right?